Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.